Uncle Worship

Somebody can do no wrong. His name is Uncle Joseph. In fact, both our boys pretty much worship the ground he walks on. He plays with them. He wrestles with them. He patiently helps them play the Wii. He knows Star Wars. He knows superheroes. He wakes up early on Christmas morning to come over and watch them open presents. He rides in the back of the van with them. He reads to them. He talks to them. He is missed and requested and prayed for when he leaves to go sleep in his hotel at night.

And tomorrow he goes back home to Utah. . . which means things are going to be sad around here for a few days.